The words from his eyes.
Looking in front of me, Blaise's concerned eyes caught my guilt filled ones. He knew something was wrong but didn't speak. The thought run through my mind, on and on but I didn't want to ask. I could not, would not let him go through what I am going through even if I needed him desperately. A battle of emotions fought within me. Blaise placed his hand on mine from across the table and whispered 'Yes'. This made me realize how much he indeed knew me. His friendship means everything to me and I didn't want to engage him in this fatal mission. Though I, Draco Malfoy, had no choice.
The full moon watched us, as its light reflected upon Blaise's dark features. His chocolate eyes looked at me with more concern but showed no hint of fear. My heart on the other hand was full of fear even if I hadn't shown it. Something in me was telling me something wrong was going to happen. I couldn't take it. With a halt I sunk my face into the palms of my hand. I wept. I did not want to continue with this task. A task of betrayal, pain and sorrow. I could not wrap my head around the fact that I had to kill Rodulfus. Blaises hand rested upon my shoulder when he approached me. Slowly I looked up and saw his eyes glaring at the dagger in right pocket of my jeans. The midnight sun reflected off its hilt. Blaise gestured with his hand to move forward. I did as I was told. We both did not want to talk for it would make everything harder.
As we trudged along the dark path, I dreaded that I wouldn't live for long. I might never see those dead flowers, void of life. I might never again feel the cold breeze and the taunting trees around me. The wind howled in agony.
We reached the tower. It was dull and gloomy. Leaves and plants crept around its walls. We strutted past the main and only door only to be disappointed by the fact that Rodulfus wasn't there. Silently I rummaged through the rooms searching and hopping to find him. I heard a sudden creak behind me. I span around quickly with the dagger in place, stabbing it through the flesh of the man I thought was Rodulfus. A haunting scream pierced my ears as he fell into my arms. With no light but that of the moon I saw the face of my victim it was Blaise Zabini. I felt nothing but emptiness grow inside me, and then guild took over. Tears rushed down face uncontrollably as I knelt down into the puddle of blood… his blood. He looked at me with shocked horrified eyes, silently asking 'Why?'. Before I could give him and unnecessary response and explain to him what had happened he closed his eyes to an internal rest. That was the last time I looked into his eyes- his eyes that always spoke to me and told me what I needed to know without him saying a word. He died thinking I wanted to kill him.